Chapter 1: Stranger in the land of lightning
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did there would be less tragic backstories for villains.
Dying is easy.
Waking up as a baby is hard. Like harder than you realize.
You have no mobility and all you can do is cry, laugh, eat and shit yourself.
But I'm kind of getting ahead of myself, so I'll try to start from the beginning.
First of all my death wasn't awesome, I guess the stress of college got to me and I got an aneurysm.
Dead before I hit the ground. At least no one I knew saw me go down like that. Then came the inky
blackness, for a few minutes I was sure that I was in hell for all the porn I had watched. Then I heard a
man shout PUSH! Whoever was shouting that made the blackness lighten up.
And then I realized where I was.
I know realize why babies cry when there born, there reincarnated and wake up about to come out
some random women's vagina. That would make anyone sob bloody murder. I was no exception.
As my eyes adjusted to the light and room around me I noticed two things. I was still black, so score!
Also my parents were wearing lightning village headbands.
Well this just got complicated.
My first few days were not enjoyable. I was so used to having mobility and freedom to do
whatever I wanted, I couldn't even reflect on the fact that I was in the land of shinobi. Which know that I
think about it was not as awesome as I thought. Especially since I don't know what time period I was in.
Would I have to deal with the first, second, third, or fourth great ninja war?
A baby shouldn't have to deal with this stress.
Thankfully a few days later my parents whose names were still a mystery to me brought me home. All
my questions were answered when I saw a three year old redhead girl race across the house to meet
her younger brother. Karui of Team Samui was my older sister. That hard headed psycho was related to
me. This day just keeps getting better.